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READ THIS FIRST: The little yellow house never showed its true dinginess because Mra, Milburn refused to let anyone see it. Her love transformed it to a shining palace where sacrificing | devotion made everything out of | rothing. Emmy, the only daughter, | wanted to lift herself from the sor- didness of the little street she lived | in, to the heights where she felt she \ properly belonged. After a party | sgiven by her rich cousin, Marianna, she resolved to better herself some day. Meantime she took a business course, paid for by Grandmother Pentland, and snubbed, as well as she could, Robb, the boy down the street, who worked in a mill, and who represented the life she deter- mined never to let herself sink into. One day Emmy met once more the man who looked like Robb. She re- membered their first meeting at the ice skating rink. He had taken her home. Her mother had said, “Never make yourself even a little cheap and commeon, Emmy."” Emmy learns that the man iy going with her cousin, Marianna. Robb again tells Emmy that he loves her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXII Robb picked up his hat and over- coat from the chair where he had laid them. There was a look that ‘was neither sullenness-nor anger in his face. “Robb, you're cross!” Emmy sald, putting both her hands on his ehoulders. “Just because I asked you to be friends — just because 1 asked you to be scusible.” He gave her one straight from his dark eyes. “What's the use of pretending?” he asked bluntly. “We can't be friends. At lcast I can’t. Emmy, I'm in love with you, don’t you un- derstand?” He was standing close to her and she could feel how he trembled. “I don’t know what you want,” he said. “You tell me you won’t marry a poor man and live in Flower street. Now, I come to you with a new job and plenty of money to take you out of Flower street, and still you won't say you'll marry me. ‘You want me to be ‘sensible’—" His voice broke on a groan, and before she could stop him he was gone. The front door slammed behind him. “I'm sorry Robb couldn’t stay for supper,” sald Mrs. Milburn, coming out of the dining room. Behind her the round table was set with the whitest of tablecloths and decorated with the tiniest of Christmas trees. “But I'm glad you've patched up your quarrel with him. It's nice to have him around the house again. ‘With Perry married and your father and ‘Dan gone so much, the place does get a Dbit lonely sometimes. « + + Well, T suppose vou'll be the next one to marry and go, Emmy.” She sighed. “Yes, I'll be the next one to go,” Emmy thought, going up the stairs, “but it won't be because I'm get- ting married!" look Outside the windows of her small | white bedroom the stars winked and blinked, Robb had said she was like themp . . . Far above him, “I'm not,” Emmy said to herself, with her eyea on them, “I'm not Dhalf as fine as he is." She was full of twisted feelings about him. But she had no doubt of his fineness. Brought up in an orphan asylum in Pearl street, he had started life in the lowliest of jobs at Mr. Tello's woolgn mill. He had studied nights, he had worked hard, and he had made something of himself, with no one to help him g0 straight ahead. 8he knew that. But she vasn't sure that ahe wanted him. She was pretty sure that she did not want him, She wanted things. Things that the wife of & two-hundred-dollars-a- month man never could have. Never. “Robb hasn’t enough to offer me. That's the long and short of it,” she summed it up. And, standing there at the smail white-curtained window, her grand- mother's words seemed to write themsclves once more in the stars POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “Ma was tryin’ to call my attention to somebody all durin’ church, but I didn't know until we got out that it was Brown's new wife.” (Copyright, 1928, Pusiiswers Syndicate) Real Estate in New Britain and vicinity, That’s Us. i for her: “Marry not for money, but marry where money is." She crossed the hall to the bath- room to wash the day’'s grime from her face and ncck. No hot water, of course. Cheap thin towels. The same old V-shaped crack in the washbowl that had been there for years and years. The iron rack for the oil lamp. (The gas and elec- tricity had been turned off yester- | day because the bills had not been paid for two months.) | Emmy's big gray eyes, with the velvety ring of black around the iris, were filled with discontent as they swept the little place. That look decpened as she picked up her lamp and started down the stairs. “Living with Robb would be only a cut above this,” she thought; “and not much of a cut, at that.” In the dining room Mrs. Milburn was setting a ring of red ten-cent store candles around the tiny Christ- mas tree on the table. Behind her on the sideboard the Dying Gladia- tor lamp shone with a clear, rosy light, Emmy banged her own lamp down beside it. “I hate the thought of Perry bringing Lovey to this house to- night, with all these wretched lamps and candles strewn around!”e she said. “I hate outsiders to know how we live—and Lovey does seem an outsider, docsn’t she? This place certainly is the absolute limit. No lights. No hot water unless you carry it upstairs to the bathroom. 1t's like living in the Middle ages!" Her sullen, angry eyes, met the clear blue intenseness of Mrs. Mil- burn's as she looked up from her nwnsn Emmy!” she answer- f you were invited to the 110st ul country homes in England today, do you know what you'd do? Every night you'd carry a candle upstairs to your room when you went to bed, and évery morning when you woke up the maid would bring you a copper can of hot water. That’s what!” | phone. “How do you know?’ Emmy's voice was as sullen as her eyes. Mrs. Milburn shrugged her littie shoulders. “How do I know anw thing? How do I know that there are diamonds in Australia ard ¥s- kimos up around the North Pole? AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN “Ella looks so patient an’ hopel an’ wore-out, vou'd || think she was a preacher’s wife.” (Copyright, 1428, Publishers Syndicate) i | | | | | COMMERCIA! COMPANY INSURANCE REAL ESTATI Commercial Tran Compeay Building Tel. 6000 ma@wwmmmmn “Robb, you're cross!” Because I read about those things, of course, Emmy!" she said brisksy. She came around the table ano lcoked up into Emmy's face. My dear, don’t you be unhappy and dis- contented. Even if we haven't hot water and electric lights, think of the thinks we do have!" What have we?” asked Emmy. “We haven't anything that other people have, We haven't a tele- We haven't a car. We haven't the simple necessities that these people all around us have—' Her mother interrupted her gen- tly: “Yes, but we have a wonderful Steioway piand, and we have hun- dreds of good books. We have solid silver forks and spoons, we have Leautiful hand-carved bedsteads and dressers upstairs—" “Oh, that old junk from Grand- mother's house!” Emmy's voice scorned it utterly. “And anyway we'd be a lot happler if we didn't have it! We'd be happier if we'a always been poor! If we never had heen anybody! If we didn't have to live up to a lot of rich relations, and see all the things they have—" She wrenched herself away from her mother's arms and rushed up- stairs to throw herself across her narrow bed in the darkness. She lay there, too unhappy te cry. Oh, life could be cruel, couldn't it? It never had given her anything but poverty, she told herself. Ana vow it was offering her Robb ana his love in one hand, and offering ber a lifetime of poverty with him in the other. “It's not fair!” she sald bitterly. The Ledroom door opened tne Mrs. Milburn ecame in, holding a candle high in her hand. She stood beside the hed. “Emmy, you're all wrong about these things,” she &said. “Becauw vou've never had any moncy you think money is a great thing. Yon think that it, and the things it can buy, are the only things worth while. But it's not true. The only JUST KIDS lof the planist. »|and a tone of marvelous beauty was things that really count 'are tne things that can't be bought and can’t be sold.” Emmy sat up on the bed and looked at her. “That's what you always say—" She got up. (TO BE CONTINUED) PONSELLE AND GANZ) WARMLY ACCLAIMED G. M. A, Debat an Artistic Epoch ~Pint o Two stellar artists of national reputation provided the first recital of the newly formed Civic Music as- sociation in this city yesterday after- noon. They were Carmela Ponselle, mezzo soprano, one of the two gold- cn-vonced Ponselle sisters of Meri- den, and Rudolph Gans, eminent Swiss pianist. Enthusiasm at the Capitol theater registered such a high pitch that recalls were as num- erous as flowers at a wedding, elong- ating the concert to such lengths that it was not over until a long queue had formed in front of the theater for the first performance of the regular picture show which fol- lowed. Officials of the Music association, noting the amazing qualjty of the Jjoint recital and the self-evident joy of the audlence, with justice permit- ted pride to take possession of their hearts. All agreed that New Brit- ain has revived its music spirit after a temporary lapse. There have becen concerts in the city before, but never within com- fortable memory has there been one with two such high-caliber artists collaborating. We have had con- certs in which one great artist was the sole attraction and the others taking part were merely to afford temporary relief periods for the star. This holds good for a long time back except when we had two-plano re- citals, which after all were cata- logued as one attraction. Perhaps some thought ‘that such would be the case yesterday; if so they overlooked the sterling quality The gentleman gave the audience all he had and that was plenty. Consequently as the artists ulternated there was no diminution of interest. Every moment of the afternoon was a high light, First there was Mr. Gantz with three Chopin pieces, a fantasy, a nocturne and the scherzo in B flat minor. An exquisitely limpid touch instantly apparent, and by the time the scherzo was over the house was aflutter with excitement. Miss Ponsclle made, her appear- ance at this point. 8he wore a gown of colonial pattern, with hoop skirts. Her smile was broad, in. fectious, and she received a warm welcome. Her chlef triumphs were to be later, however, for she opened with an arla, 'O don Fatale,” from Verdi's “Don Carlos,” and though it was finely done, operatic arias at concerts, regardless of the vocal technique they require, do not seem to arouse the enthusiasm of the throng. However, there must be variety and to sing one is a way to attain it Reappeared Mr. Ganz and con- tributed the most inspiring piano solo heard since the time of man runneth not to the contrary. It was nothing less than the great Appas- sionata Sonata of Beethoven, the three movements of which he play- ed without pause. Occasionally nowadays one gets an opportunity | to hear a Beethoven sonata complete —the Moonlight, or the Pathetique. But the Appassionata and its 36 pages of impassioned music is as from a different world. It usually is reserved for the Carnegie halls of the metropoll. What an amazing performance it was! It was as if the shade of Beethoven himself hov- ered above the plano, spurring on the interpreter to do justice to the mighty work. This performance will be a milestone of local pianistic his- tory, something to remember and talk about for years to come. Its power spoke to every heart. The Trojan expositor of-this masterpiece earned every whit of the tumult of applause he received. As if playing such a hand-wrenching composition was not enough the pianist had to meet the demand for more with a dash of Schubert. It was now Miss Ponselle's turn to share the glory, and right smartly did she meet the test with five songs of diverse moods. When she reached Rihard Strauss’ “Zueignung,” or as translated, ‘Dedication,” she was in fine form and touched all hearts. This beautiful song, written during the early days of this modern mas- ter, when his object was not to scare people with fiendish tones, was given with nicety of expression and re- sonancy of tone, The same exquisite projection was awarded to 8chu- bert’s “Die Allmacht,” which fol- lowed. This group was concluded with the Bach-Gounod *“Ave Maria, which in addition to the piano a companiment had as a background the suave violin of Herbert A. An- derson and organ playing by Theron W. Hart, the whole being an out- standing delight. Miss Ponselle, by way of quieting the tumult, encore tidbit. Mr. Ganz returned with four numbers, two of which were his very own, and the last the robust Polon- aise in E by Lisst. One of the Ganz compositions, entitled “After Mid- night,” was excentionally meritori- ous, extremely brilliant in execution and in effect like a gambol of witches over gravestones on Hallo- ween night. It was one of the most attractive pleces of the afternoon. After the brilliantly played Polon- aise the tumult was so pronounced tlat Mr. Ganz had to give two ad- ditional pieces to quiet it, choosing the Chopin valse brillante in A flat and a Liszt liebestraum, the one with the air known by all. Four final numbers were given by Miss Ponselle, and among them was “Invocation to Eros,” by Jean Paul Pursteiner. The finest flower of her art went into this song. It was affect- ing to the last degree. Her conclud: ing programmed number, “Hills," by LaForge, was similarly well re- celved. But the audlence would not permit her to stop. She sang the in- evitable “O 8ol Mio,” and followed with the Habanera from “Carmen,” by request, doing this with a flow- er in her hair, picked from the bou- quets which previously had been brought to the stage by her admir- ers. 8he acted as well as sang this famous air, bringing to herself great applause. Miss Ponselle’s voice impressed many as a finely developed organ, glowingly vibrant in its lower and middle registers, adequate but in- clined to need forcing in its upper ‘heights. Unlike her sister, and more in consonance with the character of a lower voice, she seemed to be at her best in quiet moods. There was something of the pastoral in her manner, yet in moments of gayety she played charmingly with the sparkling wine of piquancy, as in :the selection from “Carmen.” Added to her vocal accomplishments was a magnetic personality and pantomi- mic ablility, which seems to run in the Ponselle family. This city, hear- ing her for the first time, readily fell under the sway of her art. Her accompanist was Ellmer Zoller. Mr. Ganz with no difficulty im- pressed as one of the world's great- est planists, in spite of an unusual handicap met here—the use of a pi- ano fresh from the factory. Experts worked. upon its action for three hours Sunday morning in the en- deavor to tune it up, not only as to sound but with regard to action. Fair progress was made, but it could not be placed in the condition of a pi- {ano that has undergone reasonable |use. The pianist was highly pleased at the reception of his music in this |city, saying after the performance that. the applause after the Beetho- ven sqnata convinced him thorough- Ty that New Britain possessed mus- ical intelligence not too frequently (ound in small cities. His estimate |of his New Britain audience regis- tered fully 100 per cent. As evidence YOU WALTZ YOUQSEI-F RIGHT BACK AND SIT OOWN AT THE PIANO- YOU HAVE M&E PEACTICE“ %) HEA\/E;S BUT You LOOK WARLIKE, PA! ARE ALL THOSE DEADLY F\ZEAPONS NEC&?SA?Y TANT ONLY MOOSE, GAL! YEOTTA BE PREPARED FERA HAND-THAND TLISSLE TH A BAR ER 4 WILD-CAT, ON A4 INSTANT'S NdTICE’ sang | Tick Tock, a happy but ever-living | of what & concert planist undergoes his route need only be mentioned. He came to New Britain from Win- nipeg, Manitoba, leaving there last Wednesday and reaching here at noon, where & dosen telegrams awaited him from various cities. From here he went to New York to play at a Schubert Cebtennial feu- tival, thence to Chicago. After con- certizing in“smaller cities two ap- pearances as soloist with the Boston 8Symphony follow within 2 month, and then a tour to the south, to New Orleana. He is a lecturer as well as musician, and ‘as a sideline devotes much stidy to economics. He is a |well rounded, cultured man, adept iat many things, and told officials of the Music Assoclation after the con. cert that the true future of music in this country lay in the lap of ag- greasive local organizations like the association, which must passionate- ly cultivate it if it is to be a torch- light of ‘culture and education during this machine age and time of mul-l titudinous distractions. His words made a profound impression upon ‘lhon who heard him. He left for New York with words of congratu- lation for the splendid beginning of the local music association.—G. H. FIRE FIGHTERS ASK RETIREMENT (Continued from First Page) shock, from which he has not recov- ered. At the suggestion of his physi- cian he discontinued work April 26 tion for retirement, Roper Appointed in 1904 department since May 1, 1904, be- coming a fireman a few years after he completed service in the Span- {1sh-American war. Excepting for the past few years, he has performeq the entire period of his work in the department at Station House $ on Main strect. He was transferred to No. 7 house in Belvidere when that addition to the department was com- pleted, and for the past two months he has been at No. 6 house on Ken- sington avenue where he was re- lieved, at his request, of the dutica of driver. Fireman Roper suffered injury while answering a “still”” alarm, May 19, 1926. He was on the second floor of the station house when the call came in and ran to the brass pole to slide down. The pole, instead of re- malning firm, went down through the floor, causing Roper to drop with great force on the concrete floor. Always vigorous in his fire fighting work, Hoseman Roper fre- quently exposed himself to weather conditions to such a degree as to re- quire him to remain in bed for sev- eral days after the more serious fires and in the opinion of examining physicians, the continued exposurs and the injury he sufféred when the pole failed have 80 broken down his health as to make it advisable to retire him. First Regulars to Be Retired Stanton and Roper, provided the board acts favorably on their re- quest, will be the only fire depart- ment regulars in retirement. There are several callmen who have been pensioned and receive a small yearly stipend. ‘The two men whose appli- cations are to be considered tonight will, if pensioned, reccive half pay and will be liable to recall to active service if their health improves. City Items You'll be kicking yourself it you miss “Mary's Other Husband”, Tab's| hall; Wed., Thur.—Advt. Slight damage was caused by fire to an automobile owned by Frank Tuscano of Bristo] on Lee street last night. A still hlarm summoned Engine Co. No. 8 to the scéne short- ly after 8 o'clock. Funny is no name for it. “Mary's Other Husband,” Tabs hall, “’edql Thur.—Advt. Hoseman Roper has been in the |3 HEADINGS ANNOUNCEMENTS A=BUR.AL LUTS. MONUMENTS 3—DKATH NOTICES 3—FLORISTS 4—FUNERAL LIRECTORS 6—LOST AND FOUND 6—PERSUNALS "“STORB ANNOUNCEMENTS AUTOMOTIVE $—AUTO ANL FRUCK AUKNCTES ¥=aUNS ANU TRUCKS FOR SALB 10-AUTOMOBILER FOR EXCHANGE 11=AUTQ PARTS ANL ACCESSORIES 13=-AUTOMOBILES WANTED 13=-AUTOS— TAX] SERVICE 14=GARAGES TO LET 15— MOTORCYCLES ANL BICYCLES 16— MOTORCYCLES- BICYCLES WANTEL 7—-SERVICB STATIONS RUPAIRING BUSINESS SERVHE I8=DARBEKE HAIRI'S MASREUSH 19-BUILDING AND CONTRACT 20—BUBINESS SERVICE RENDERSD 21-DENTISTS 23— DRESSMAKING & MILLINERY ~DYEING & CLKANING 24—INRURANCK- ALL KINUS 26~MOVING. STORING & CRATING 3T—PAINTING. PAPER HANGING 8—PI.UMBING HEAT'G. 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The goods consist of doorchecks, knobs, latches, window catches and similar articles, all on the same pattern and artisti- cally enameled in white. The order was secured through agents of the local concern in the Orient. Special Notice The Daughters of Isabella will hold a charity bridge and whist at their club rooms on Main street this evening. Refreshments served. Admission 60c. CARS Famous Studebaker Pledge BIG REDUCTION!' 1/3 off on all our Used Cars Every Car Must Go at a Sacrifice Price Studebakers 1929 Commander Sedan 1927 Big Six Sedan 1927 Sedan 1923 Light Six Sedan 1926 Special Six Sedan 1927 Victoria Sedan 1928 Light Six Touring 1925 Special Six Coach ! 1923 Coupe 225 Arch St. Other Makes 1928 BUICK Brougham 1925 MAXWELL Coach 1926 NASH Victoria 1926 PACKARD Cl. Sedan 1925 BUICK 7 pass. Sedan MANY OTHERS AT PRICES WAY LOW TERMS—SMALL DOWN PAYMENTS—TRADES Open Every Evening Until 9 o’Clock The Albro Motor Sales Co., Inc. 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